Disclaimer: I do not own Highlander or Buffy, unfortunately. The reason I wrote this story is not for monetary value, but for entertainment only.
The next morning arrived quickly, with Buffy still feeling run down from the night before.
Buffy and Duncan left for the airport at eleven to pick up Duncan's friend.
***
At the airport, Duncan and Buffy were on the lookout. For totally different reasons.
Suddenly, they both stopped moving. They had both sensed something although only Duncan knew it was an Immortal.
Duncan and Buffy turned around at the same time.
"Ritchie," Duncan said enthusiastically to the young man who had come up behind them. "Ritchie, this is my new employee and student, Buffy Summers."
Ritchie's eyes shot to Duncan's and a wealth of imformation was shared between the two.
"Enchanté, mademoiselle," Ritchie said charmingly as they left the airport.
***
Back at the dojo later that day, Buffy was in her room watching Scooby Doo on Cartoon Network, while Ritchie and Duncan talked in the office.
"So? What do you know about her?" Ritchie asked his best friend of ten years. "All I know about her is that she's an Immortal."
"Well, I know that, plus I know she's a superb fighter and she handles a sword as if she had been using one all her life."
"Well, that's certainly a font of nothing." Ritchie said.
"She has only one really unusual habit, other than the fact of her looking depressed all the time. Every night, she leaves here at ten o'clock and returns two or three hours later."
"You don't know where she goes? You're slacking off, old man."
"I was waiting for you. Follow her tonight. Tell me what's going on."
"You got it, Mac."
***
That night when Buffy left, Ritchie wasn't far behind.
Buffy walked through the back alleys around the different bars. There were only a handful in Seacouver. Suddenly, Bufy found what she was looking for. A vampire.
The guy Ritchie saw had a beautiful, young woman, probably in her early twenties. 'What is Buffy doing here?' Ritchie thought to himself.
"Hey! Big, dead, and ugly!" Buffy called out. "Over here!"
The guy looked up and Ritchie went into shock. 'What the h*ll is that?' he thought when he saw the guy's ridged forehead and sharp teeth as he snarled at Buffy.
"Who are you?" the guy growled.
"You mean I'm actually in a place where no one knows who I am? I've been here for two weeks and you people STILL don't know."
"Wait a minute. Us around here had word that the Slayer had left Sunnydale. No! You can't be her."
"Guess what? I am." Buffy said, then started using the guy as her own personal punching bag. Then Buffy pulled something out of her boot and stabbed it into the creature's chest. He stood there for a second, with the stake in his chest, then disappeared in a cloud of dust.
***
Buffy had known he was following her and she hadn't cared. Finally she was being found out.
But she didn't call out to him like she ordinarily would have if someone else was following her. She wanted Ritchie and Mac to know.
She turned around and went back to MacLeod's.
***
The next morning arrived quickly, with Buffy still feeling run down from the night before.
Buffy and Duncan left for the airport at eleven to pick up Duncan's friend.
***
At the airport, Duncan and Buffy were on the lookout. For totally different reasons.
Suddenly, they both stopped moving. They had both sensed something although only Duncan knew it was an Immortal.
Duncan and Buffy turned around at the same time.
"Ritchie," Duncan said enthusiastically to the young man who had come up behind them. "Ritchie, this is my new employee and student, Buffy Summers."
Ritchie's eyes shot to Duncan's and a wealth of imformation was shared between the two.
"Enchanté, mademoiselle," Ritchie said charmingly as they left the airport.
***
Back at the dojo later that day, Buffy was in her room watching Scooby Doo on Cartoon Network, while Ritchie and Duncan talked in the office.
"So? What do you know about her?" Ritchie asked his best friend of ten years. "All I know about her is that she's an Immortal."
"Well, I know that, plus I know she's a superb fighter and she handles a sword as if she had been using one all her life."
"Well, that's certainly a font of nothing." Ritchie said.
"She has only one really unusual habit, other than the fact of her looking depressed all the time. Every night, she leaves here at ten o'clock and returns two or three hours later."
"You don't know where she goes? You're slacking off, old man."
"I was waiting for you. Follow her tonight. Tell me what's going on."
"You got it, Mac."
***
That night when Buffy left, Ritchie wasn't far behind.
Buffy walked through the back alleys around the different bars. There were only a handful in Seacouver. Suddenly, Bufy found what she was looking for. A vampire.
The guy Ritchie saw had a beautiful, young woman, probably in her early twenties. 'What is Buffy doing here?' Ritchie thought to himself.
"Hey! Big, dead, and ugly!" Buffy called out. "Over here!"
The guy looked up and Ritchie went into shock. 'What the h*ll is that?' he thought when he saw the guy's ridged forehead and sharp teeth as he snarled at Buffy.
"Who are you?" the guy growled.
"You mean I'm actually in a place where no one knows who I am? I've been here for two weeks and you people STILL don't know."
"Wait a minute. Us around here had word that the Slayer had left Sunnydale. No! You can't be her."
"Guess what? I am." Buffy said, then started using the guy as her own personal punching bag. Then Buffy pulled something out of her boot and stabbed it into the creature's chest. He stood there for a second, with the stake in his chest, then disappeared in a cloud of dust.
***
Buffy had known he was following her and she hadn't cared. Finally she was being found out.
But she didn't call out to him like she ordinarily would have if someone else was following her. She wanted Ritchie and Mac to know.
She turned around and went back to MacLeod's.
***